I'm telling you, these denouncements of the Cadar are very unbecoming to those of us flying Cadar warships. It makes us feel a little trigger-happy with our torpedoes, if you get the drift. Why is it our fault if your crew are poking your tongues out against the glass as we swiftly glide by, and some of our pilots have some anger issues?
Of COURSE I blew you up! I'm with the Cadar! We do that! It's in our recruitment docs!
Actually, I fly for the good folk at Cadar Airways and was encouraged by the local prince to, cough, use hollow-point torps as they are more humane. Also, I don't use torps in anger. They are only for use when your opponent is somewhere he/she shouldn't be - like in front of you or behind you or ... well inside your personal space.
Post by oldalchemist on Feb 14, 2011 11:13:01 GMT -5
Sometimes, if somebody is outside of that range, but could cross into it, you've got to catch up to them to explain about that sphere of privacy, but of course, that means that they're inside the zone and it's much simpler to let the torps do the talking because they don't get embarrassed about it.
Post by absimiliard on Mar 11, 2011 11:45:29 GMT -5
As a, often, Cadarian captain I just have to say this.
I'm a very friendly and outgoing person. I like to say "Hi!" to almost everyone I swing by while in deep space. I view this as one the requirements of civilized space, honest and friendly discourse is what separates us from the savages.
Is it my fault that none of the other ships broadcast on a frequency I can recieve thus forcing me to deliver my cheery "Hello There!" via H-K missile?
(For those who wonder why I typically shoot off multiple missiles at a passing ship I have a very simple answer, "As it's universally understood I always communicate in Morse Code using misses for dots and explosive hits for dashes, tres simple ne c'est pas?")
Swing by my ship while we're both in orbit and I'll be happy to explain it to you, in Morse Code of course . . .. .
"It is entirely seemly for a young knight killed in battle to lie mangled by bullets and teeth. In her death all things appear fair." - Homer (paraphrased)